I woke up early in the morning with these new memories of meeting Arthit at the internet cafe I used to frequent before dad's accident. I was grinning ear to ear when a memory of Arthit kissing me in an alley popped up in my head.

You really did it, Arthit. You became my first kiss.

Sitting for the breakfast with mom, I had even more memories of Arthit — Going to his apartment. Sharing a waffle with him. Deciding on a dinner date with him.

I wonder how the dinner date went. Did Arthit kiss me again? Or may be we finally watched that movie after dinner we were supposed ?

"Kong, why are you smiling so much today?," asked Mom.

"Just had a good, old memory pop up in my head.

Uh. Mom, I need dad's accident details for some insurance stuff. Where are the papers?"

"The originals are still with the police. The duplicates should be in the drawer of my bedroom. I'll get them for you"

"No, its okay mom. I'll go find them."

Scanning through the papers in the drawer, I finally found what I was looking for.

"A drunk driver in a red Mercedes crashed her car into a Fiat SUV on January 31st, 2017 around 11am, near the Bangkok University Freeway.

While the drunk driver Maya Rojnapat died on the spot, the Fiat SUV driver, Thipat Suthiluck and his 18-year old son were rushed to the hospital."

"Maya Rojnapat? Is that really Arthit's mom?

The surname and date matches with the details Aim gave me, but I still need to confirm."

I called Aim right away.

"Hey Kong? Did you think about the Seoul project yet? Its a great rom com. The role will fit you perfectly."

"No Aim, but I promise I will consider it. I need help with something else right now."

"What is it?"

"Maya Rojnapat. She was the woman who crashed my dad's car and caused his accident. I want you to find out about her kids and family"

"Kong, its been three years. Why are you suddenly looking into this?

"I just need to confirm something, Aim. Please"

"You are not going to go confront her kids are you? The woman is dead, Kong"

"I KNOW, OKAY? Just get me the information. I wont do anything I swear. I just need to know this."

"Okay. Only because I believe you Kong. I'll text you as soon as I get some details."

I thought it would take days for Aim to get back to you, but he called me within an hour.

"Kong, what the hell are you up to? Tell me seriously. NOW"

"What do you mean, Aim? I just need some information. That's it."

"First you ask about Arthit, and then you ask about his mom? Did you already know Arthit's mom caused your dad's accident? Is that why you were asking about him last week."

So.. it's really true.

"Aim, I'll talk to you later. I gotta go."

Just as I put down the phone, my head started paining, so much so that I couldn't even stand. I suddenly had these new memories in my head which were overlapping the old ones.

I had this sudden feeling of pain and guilt in my heart. Most of the changed memories seemed usual and nothing out of ordinary... until a painful new memory popped up in my mind.

"ARTHIT!!!"

I was there. I was there at Arthit's funeral.

Standing at the back. Crying. Regretting. Apologising.

How did I reach Arthit's funeral? I was never supposed to be there. I didn't even know Arthit died in my timeline until a few days ago.

I also had a vivid memory of looking at Arthit's tombstone.

"Arthit Rojnapat. Died 15th December, 2019.

A loving son and his mother's favourite"

No..no....noo

Arthit died on 15th July, 2019. I remember visiting his grave. How did the date change?

Without wasting another second, I grabbed my car keys and left the house to check the graveyard myself.

But when I reached the parking, I had another weird surprise waiting for me — My car was different from what I had before.

This car was way, way more expensive than what I already had and definitely out of my budget.

The key ring was the same and the key opened the car, so it was definitely mine, but this wasn't the car I had. I unlocked it to check the stuff inside, and yes, it was definitely my car.

As I sat inside the car with my eyes closed, new memories kept flooding my mind. I was slowly able to piece together all the disparate memories.

I now knew how I got this car, why I was crying at Arthit's funeral, and just how much my life had changed after only meeting Arthit for 12 hours.

It seemed like meeting Arthit three years ago had created a butterfly effect with wide ripples.I raced down to the graveyard to check Arthit's tombstone. And sure enough, it matched with my new memories. The date Arthit died had changed from July to December.

So, Arthit has only been dead in my timeline for a month.

"Hello? Kong"

"Aim, I am kind of busy right now. Lets talk later"

"Kong, we are supposed to meet the director of the new action movie in half an hour. Have you left already?"

Action movie? I was never supposed to do any action movies. Is this another ripple of the butterfly effect?

"Action movie? What about the rom com movie that was supposed to be shot in Seoul?"

"What rom com, Kong? You have never done romance movies in your whole career? Do you suddenly want to do rom coms now?"

"No....no

Hey Aim, is this the first time we have talked to today? Did I call you before in the afternoon?"

"No. I just texted you the meeting details in the morning."

"Umm.. Aim, there is a personal emergency. Lets have the meeting tomorrow"

"Emergency? Are you okay?"

"Yes. Just a little headache. I'll call you later."

I got back in my car and raced to my apartment. If things had changed so much, would I still be able to see Arthit in my apartment or had I really lost him forever?

I punched in the code to open the apartment, which still somehow worked and the rest of the apartment looked the same, but Arthit was nowhere to be found. He wasn't in the living room or the kitchen.

I opened the bedroom door with my last and final hope — and I found Arthit standing in front of the mirror, fixing his hair. He was saying something, but I couldn't hear him. I was too busy thanking the gods above.

My heart was full of pain and agony as the new memories of Arthit's funeral came into my mind. Going over to his grave, again, broke me into a million pieces. I don't think I'd be able to live any longer if I didn't find Arthit here.

So, I did what I needed to do — I kissed Arthit like it might be the last time I kiss him. There was no way I could hold back my tears anymore.

I suddenly woke up with these new memories today.

New memories overlapping the old ones. I remembered my previous life and all the memories, but nobody else remembered it. Everything seemed the same but it wasnt really the same."

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A/N: Meeting Arthit just for a day had huge consequences in Kongpob's life. Why do you think that is?

Are you guys still with me or did this chapter end being way too confusing?